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Weak Spot - Chapter 66

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

The last thing you see before you lose a hand or as I like to say, this week's chapter art by @aimike17

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Bondage, Feral Behavior, Feral Donatello, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Public Sex, Dom Donnie, Human/Turtle Relationships, Turtle Noises, Roleplay, Sexual Roleplay

Synopsis: A love story of villainous proportions! Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

SCREECHING AFTER THE FACT SHOUT-OUT TO @tmntxthings for helping me out with this chapter too! She's a freaking saint when it comes to helping me cook!!!

Fem!Reader References/Warnings Below Cut

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LAST WARNING FOR THE 🍋 UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI!

Fem!Reader References/Warnings: gun, robbery, threats of murder, blood, broken bones, bra removal, clit suck, folds, and the typical pregnancy mention

“Tarp.”

“Check.” You patted down the many plastic sheets.

“Mirrors.”

“Big and small.” You tiptoed around a floor length one and over to the table where a handheld one lay.

“Paint.”

“Check.” In a little swivel, you held out a hand in demonstration to the litany of choices.

“Brushes.”

“Check!” You turned your outstretched hand into a pointed finger to the cup sporting many.

“Spot testing for allergic reactions, check. Scheduled time is blocked so we have the entire day. This leaves mess where tarps have been laid out in accordance to my mapping.” Donnie lifted his head from a screen to stare down where plastic sheets disappeared into the bathroom. “Bedroom otherwise prepared, which leaves clean up…”

You nodded in time, itching to get ready.

“Clean up.”

His repeated line brought your attention.

He was in motion toward the bathroom before you could even ask.

There you heard the clatter of the shower curtain as you followed.

“No, no!”

You reached the door frame and looked in where he was holding a bottle of his soap. “What?”

“Colloquially I may say body wash, but this is technically a cleanser!”

“Okay…?”

“Cleanser retains skin’s natural oil!”

Your fingers squeezed the jamb as you waited for him to elaborate.

“It won’t properly clear paint! Water-based or otherwise!”

“Oh…”

He shook the container. “We would need excess which I have not planned for! The new formulation isn’t due for another week!”

You grimaced sheepishly.

Donnie sighed and then turned to gripe at you. “While I may have increased my order to account for your utilization, it will not be enough. If you recall, we had the addition of your soap for grimier circumstances. With my wash it would take multiple lathers to scrub away all residue. This would leave us without cleanser before more arrived, id est, we were meant to have purchased a separate and appropriate soap.”

He hadn’t been shy about his complaints. When you had first moved in, you had your own body wash, but after a while it seemed easier to just use his. While the formula was supposedly made for him alone, it also made your skin feel comfortably supple. “Uh huh...”

“Y/N, this is a problem!” He brought the bottle over to you.

You took the offering, found it light as described, and turned your head toward the sink. “Okay… We have other soaps… How about the hand soap right here?”

He made a noise of revulsion.

“Or dish soap?” Your head lolled as you looked at him.

His features curled into twisted horror. “You are describing a replacement worse than simply letting the paint dry!”

“If it dries, it just flakes off, doesn't it?”

“I won’t even dignify that with a response.” He spoke caustically.

“Donnie, the dish soap is good enough for ducks and oil spills. It’s their whole branding, it can’t be that bad-”

“These are neither oil based paints nor are either of us waterfowl!”

“That’s not what the marketing scheme is trying to-!”

“I refuse!”

You made an annoyed sound and were just shy of stomping your foot. “Donnie, it took forever to get the tarps down according to your plan!”

He folded his arm.

“Donatello!”

His beak rose with a haughty turn of his head.

“So, that’s it!? No body painting because you forgot soap!?”

“Me?” He came down with a fiery gaze. “We made the list together!”

“And you’re Santa Claus checking it twice! You ordered everything!”

“Blame goes both ways. You wound me and therefore I’m even less inclined to continue our activity!” In a flap of his hands, he shooed you.

Irritated, you stepped away only for him to begin to kick up the tarp behind you. “What are you doing!?”

“As you so kindly put it, there will be no body painting today! I am cleaning up!”

“Don, come on!” You blocked him from messing up the ground cover further.

He towered over you.

“We spent all that time testing brushes to make sure they felt right against you! Hell, we spent forever trying to figure out the best way to write on each other. Markers grossed you out and there was so much trial and error for smell and texture and everything! Then, getting the stuff and the time and setup! Please…!”

“We have a process for a reason. This is an undertaking, not to be done on a whim.” His eyes were down, ready to calculate moving you out of the way.

You stepped around his toes to cage him in. “Do you still want to?”

He reared with an annoyed shake. “Have you not been listening!?”

You whacked your hands against his plastron. “Obviously I have! I’m asking if you’re just trying to find an excuse out.”

“Of course not!” He was further offended. “I put forth the effort because I wanted this! We both did!”

“Then why are you giving up so easily!?”

“I’m not! I’m rescheduling. We can attempt another after we have the proper wash.” He found that to be his last word on the situation and moved to get around you.

“I can go to the closest store. There’s a shop two blocks from here and I know they have body wash!”

Donnie stalled, but didn’t look.

“It’s not going to be a great brand, but all soap strips right? As long as it’s for the body, that’s good enough?”

He was clearly processing.

“Please…?”

“Not all.” He glanced. “I have stipulations.”

“Shoot.”

“The product must be free of sulfates, parabens, phthalates, mineral oil, retinyl palmitate, coal tar, hydroquinone, triclosan, triclocarban, formaldehyde and its derivative releasing agents, and even the slightest form of fragrance.”

Your lips parted as you weren’t prepared for such a long list. “You need to send that to me.”

“I will go with you.”

“Yeah!?”

“Calm, this is still your task. I would only rather waste a portion of my time.”

You frowned.

“I don’t care if I ruin the mood.”

You gave one tepid sigh before looking at him with a withered expression. “Your skin care is important.”

“As how it feels and what goes on it.”

“Yes. I’m not making light, I’m just…” You gestured out to how your bedroom was coated in plastic wrap. “We worked so hard. I… no, we were really looking forward to this…”

“I acknowledge the frustrations.” He dipped in to press his beak to your head.

You lingered only for a moment. “Now?”

“Now.” He agreed and you both moved to leave.

Getting shoes on, you were both out the door and heading to the store. Right where you said it was, the micro grocer was a dingy, but serviceable place. Donnie made his stand outside and only helped you by writing out his request list in an app. With your phone in hand, you entered and only glanced at the shopkeeper. A young guy scrolling on his phone, he ignored you while you headed to where the toiletries were. Several options, you picked up the first to start reading ingredients when the door opened again.

Background noise of another customer, you sneered at one of the banned ingredients and moved for the next bottle. Scanning through that one’s tiny print, you squinted to examine it closer when you heard a huffy voice.

“Hurry up…”

Your head lifting with an odd weight, you leaned just enough to look past the shelf you were at.

At the register, whoever had walked in was clearly robbing the place with a gun shaped figure lifted up through his jacket.

Staring, you saw the man at the counter struggle with the machine. “It won’t open unless you make a purchase. I don’t really know-!”

“Fake one, stupid!” The gunman hissed, jerking his coat.

You looked toward the front window, but couldn’t see Donnie.

“Trying to be a hero!?” You weren’t sure how, but the gunman must have caught a glimpse of you because he spun around.

Donnie had been right next to the front door.

He would have seen the guy enter.

He would have heard the commotion, no matter how quiet.

“Hey, you listening?!”

You didn’t move your pupils, but the guy at the register chanced a shaky hand toward the phone.

“Dipshit!!” The gunman stalked toward you. “You hear what the fuck I’m saying or not!?”

Without moving your head, you looked the man up and down.

He appeared small.

He was technically taller than you, but you couldn’t help but shrink him in your mind.

He appeared pathetic with his spindly form and terrible stance.

He looked like he’d jumped into this store on a whim to steal a quick buck in the middle of a slow weekend day.

One thing out of place was sending him into a rage.

You arched a brow. “I’m kind of busy.”

“You’re…?” The flared anger was snuffed out in a confused instant.

“Yeah, my boyfriend is really particular about his body wash.” You shook the bottle in your hands so he could see it better.

“I’m… What the FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?” Doubling down, he yanked the gun out of his jacket pocket to properly point it.

In a way, you were surprised he actually had one.

You expected someone like him to have just faked it with his hand.

Your heart rate barely blipped at the matte black object.

In contrast to your steady blood pressure, you saw a very familiar rush of black behind the gunman.

It was a move imperceptible to anyone else.

When had your senses become so honed?

You guessed it was somewhere along the pipeline of generally dating a mutant and having almost died.

You had seen things the average person couldn’t dream of.

Guns seemed so archaic in comparison.

That explained why you weren’t scared.

You’d dealt with enough.

This pathetic trash wasn’t worth your adrenaline.

You had full faith in your mate and yourself.

“He’s very particular, ya know?” You shrugged.

“Wha…?” The gunman wilted again at your second rebuttal.

“About this…” You looked at the shelf. “About me…” You turned your attention toward the barrel. “He’s waiting for me.”

“If you think your stupid ass sob story is going to-? You know what, fuck you! Empty your pockets, NOW!” The pistol shook and rotated.

“No.”

He blinked.

“I don’t think you understand.” Your head tipped and you could feel the unhinged quality your features took on. “I’m warning you. Put that gun down and walk out or else.”

If the man’s initial anger level was at a one and he doubled it on your first refusal, then his current boiling point broke mercury. “STUPID, FUCKING-!”

Metal crunched so loud it caused the racks of goods to reverberate.

Standing beside you was Donnie.

Extending out from his body were two of his mechanical arms.

One of which was clasped not only around the gun it had just devoured, but the gunman’s hand.

“I tried to tell him.” You gave Donnie a sugar coated look.

Your partner tipped his head toward you in acknowledgement.

Pain delayed, the gunman screeched and the first drops of blood began to trickle out from where his firearm was now part of him.

“You.” The other mech arm blurred as it caught the man by the chest and slammed him into the ground so hard that the floor depressed around him.

You tucked into Donnie’s side and overlooked the crater. “I have an idea.”

“Yes, my love?” Donnie turned to you with faint interest.

The gunman gurgled.

“We’re busy. Let’s have him take himself to the police. He can confess and we won’t have to deal with cover ups or statements.” You touched Donnie’s arm.

Donnie hummed, unconvinced.

The gunman pawed at the mech arm crushing him with his only available hand.

“What do you think?” You looked down at him. “You go or you die?”

“M-my h-hand!” He squawked.

“You point a gun at my mate.” Donnie leaned back with you moving in tandem and the mechanical arm hoisted the gunman up into the air. “Now you ignore their generous offer?”

Reality struck the gunman and he twitched. “I-I-I-I’ll g-go!”

“I’ll know if you take a single step otherwise.” Donnie’s grin split excitement. “I do hope you will.”

“N-no! I-I’ll g-go r-right t-there!!! P-please!!”

Donnie glanced at you with a smoothed out expression.

“Sounds like he gets it.” You rested your chin against him.

Donnie’s lids lowered with affection and the mechanical arms released.

The man hit the floor with another squeak of pain before he scrambled. He smeared blood from his broken hand out in a wet streak before he stumbled on a twisted angle straight towards the door. As if in a movie panning shot, you and Donnie both watched after him and caught sight of the young man at the register.

His hands were up in surrender.

A phone hung from one of his palms.

“He called the police.” You told Donnie. “ETA?”

Your boyfriend checked his gauntlet for a tiny screen projection. “Ten minutes.”

“Hey, we really just wanted to buy some soap. Is it cool if we keep looking?” You raised your voice a little to address the shop attendant.

The guy gawked.

Donnie seemed to realize something and in a slow withdrawal, the mechanical arms retreated and morphed back into his battle shell.

As if on cue, the attendant’s hands similarly lowered. “Seriously?!”

“Yeah.” You held up the body wash bottle still in your hand.

“… Whatever, sure!” The attendant slumped in a stool and mumbled about his day.

“Okay, I was almost done with this one.” You walked back to the selection with your eyes glued to the tiny print.

Donnie came with and curled around your back, pressing impatient kisses to your neck.

“Sweet, I gotta focus.”

“Love you.” He husked in your ear.

“Me too.” You spoke distantly. “Ugh dangit, not this one either.”

The moment you reached to put it back on the shelf, Donnie took advantage of the real estate and groped under your lifted arm.

You held back a moan. “D-Don…!”

“Want you.”

“I know, but the paint…” You fumbled the last bottle, but kept it from falling off the shelf.

He churred honey into your ear.

You shuddered as you turned the bottle over to read. “I saw you run up behind the asshole. I’m surprised you waited.”

He released a hot breath from where he was nibbling your ear lobe. “You were stunning. I wouldn’t dare interrupt. That control, incredible.”

“I didn’t do anything…” Your eyes drifted and you leaned to give him better access.

He latched to give you a hickey close to your hairline.

You released a shaky breath.

He gave a final hard suck before moving his lips away only long enough to mumble. “I see sodium palmitate, which falls in a similar group. Try the bar.”

“I-is that on there? Damn…” You put the bottle back and he moved with you as you grabbed said rectangle.

A churr rumbled in your ears as you found the ingredients list scant and to the point.

“This one’s perfect, fuck, this one.”

“Very good.” He pressed a wet kiss below his mark and removed himself from you.

You stumbled a few steps before making it to the register to pay.

“Uh, thank… you…?” The young man mumbled unsure as he rang you up.

“Sure.” You shrugged and caught the soap bar to leave after the transaction.

“You’ll receive payment for the floor.” Donnie tossed casually as he followed you out.

You heard the attendant give another confused thanks.

Your legs pumped with power walking purpose back towards your apartment. Donnie’s longer legs kept him easily in tow and he had a light hearted air as you walked. Reaching your apartment in record time, you both jockeyed at the front door and in doing so a question popped out of you.

“You going soft?”

He slowed and turned to you with a curious shift of his pupil.

“Hot or not, there was a gun pointed at me. I doubt there’s much what if, but it just feels like usually you would have killed or maimed anyone the second they tried a stunt like that.”

Donnie sugared his gaze before he bent in, nice and slow, to put his face on level with yours. With a lethally cute tip of his head, his gaze simmered. “So what if I am?”

Your stomach somersaulted.

“So what if I am going soft?” He repeated and the tip of his beak took the faintest whiff of the air. “Maybe I prefer domestication…? Doesn’t smell like a problem.”

You murmured his name and the door felt especially heavy where you were stuck holding it.

“Being kept…” He flicked a low lidded gaze over you. “I was not aware of the advantages. It seemed a noose, but a docile predator has the same bite while no longer having to fight to be fed.”

“It’s about how they use it…” You whispered and ghosted your lips over his before charging inside.

He followed close after and, as you tried to deviate toward the elevator, he hooked your waist. You were launched up several flights of stairs in a way that reminded you of a tender version of your first night together and this time there was no need to fumble at the door. You slipped in first and took a few dancing steps with your purchase obvious in hand.

Donnie leered behind and you deposited the soap bar in the bathroom before meeting him in the bedroom. The kiss there seared intensity, but starkly contrasted the slow way he worked up the bottom of your top. You mewled against his lips, struggling with quick urges and he scolded you with promises of more. You relented and broke apart long enough for him to disrobe you.

Bra as a last hold, you took your turn to steal his sweater away and did so with far less grace. You dragged him with his long arms on a tug and he chuckled his way to wrapping them around you. Both for a hug and then for the greater purpose of unfastening your bottoms, you peppered him with kisses. He lounged in them, slowing as he shimmied fabric down your hips. By the time your bottom hit the floor, he was drunkenly shoving his tongue into your mouth.

Winding and sipping on heat, you melded together. Your bra was soon popped and you tipped your body to let it fall from your shoulders as he did his own fly. Coordination had you both naked and clothes were kicked away toward the living room before you pulled him to the paint selection.

“Mark me as yours.” His voice ghosted your ears.

You both exhaled and sighed dreamy as you picked black for its sharp pigmentation. Selecting one of the soft brushes that he’d designated for his skin, you dunked bristles to pigment before bringing up a darkened tip. He eyed it and then you with trust so full that it threatened to drip the same as your implement. Moving forward with a flexible wrist, you swiped black over his neck. A reclamation of his brand, he handed himself over and the loll back of his head said the sensation felt good. Stroking to enhance and taking care in making a bold collar, streaks dripped and rolled along his musculature. It adorned his painted choker with black pearls that beckoned you to swipe over the plump tips of.

Donnie surfaced enough to try to watch you as you finger painted from the pool and wrote your name amongst the drip just under his blackened throat.

“If found, please return to…” You teased and kissed his cheek.

He churred lightly. “May I?”

“Of course.” You held the brush out for him and he politely declined.

You followed him to the table. He took a long time selecting his own instruments and in the meantime you cleaned your brush. Capping off the black paint, you set the brush off to dry in a little section of the table that was set up for that. Donnie then approached you, ready, with a carefully turned paint canister in one hand and a medium sized precision brush in the other.

“Stand over here.” He gestured and walked himself toward the middle of the bedroom.

You trailed after and strained to see what color he had.

“Don’t look.” He grinned knowingly. “Eyes on mine. I want to surprise you.”

You adjusted your posture to look at him comfortably. “Won’t I be able to tell from the strokes?”

He hummed with little interest. “Maybe.”

You watched the way his lids fell as he uncapped his paint. His little lashes moved as a brush of their own, protecting the dimensionality of his eyes. You watched every little dip and dart of his pupil as he acquired paint. His focus shifted, all engrossed, as the brush dabbed wet to your arm. First with a blot so he could test the thickness and viscosity of the paint, he swiped and adjusted his brush’s load before he committed to a full stroke.

A swift line that he focused on cleanly finishing off, there was a curl of movement. In an attractive turn of his head, he must have looked at the paint pot to get more on his brush. You were enamored to watch your mate work with this new point of view. So often when you were on the receiving end, he was doing his best to distract you. Now you only had clear attention and with it you could commit all of him to memory. From another swipe to your current arm and then moving to the other, you tracked him the whole way. With his eyes focused on the task, you got to see every emotion pass over them.

You understood the phrase windows to the soul, but the phrase took new meaning when you watched him like this. His dedication flowed out in acts of service and he was a machine ever taking information in. If you were to agree with his domestication comment, you’d only do so because he’d allowed it. He was a wild animal that had judged you in a lengthy trial period before he ever chanced bowing his head to your worth.

It was an honor bestowed as great as knighthood and, as such, Donnie knelt before you. You wished you still had your paints to both lay your decree and also because you could now see you had missed a spot on his collar. With his head down you could see the missing connection clearly and wanted to belt off the green. It would match his villainous color scheme nicely where he’d left his mask on and you hardly noticed him painting your legs until he lifted up with a satisfied smile.

“Done already?”

Donnie grinned and went to put his brushes up. “One moment for the reveal.”

“Yessir.” You tried to parse out the damp skin and what it marked off.

It was clearly each of your limbs, but hadn’t seemed to be a complicated design.

Before you could ponder further, Donnie appeared behind you to lead you over to the mirror. “Eyes.”

You let him move you and followed only his gaze in the reflection.

In a quick shuffling to get you full framed, he then nodded for you to look at yourself.

You did and found the slightest purple on your arms. You turned first to the right, finding two connected blocks on your upper arm, but also revealed two disconnected ones on your legs. Your smile grew as you turned the other way and found more purple pixels, all identical replicas of Donnie’s markings. “Interesting brand.”

“I do appreciate a theme.” He kissed your cheek over your shoulder. “You look ravishing.”

“If it’s a theme, you forgot the green.” You chewed your lip and leaned into him. “I love it. Understated, but you.”

Donnie chuffed. “Skin needs to breathe. A full-body paint job would cover your pores and chance a disruption of the sweating and cooling mechanisms in your body. if we were to test something like that, might as well have a cloaking broach.”

You turned toward him. “What is that? You’ve said it before and I think Shelly has like… alluded to it?”

“It’s a stone that allows one to cloak their appearance.”

“Got that much.” You teased and made it obvious you were returning for the paints.

He followed you to clean his brush. “A mystic item then.”

“Do you have one?” You picked the same pair you had before and gestured him to the bed.

He sat on the crinkling tarp covering and waited for you. “No. I liken my visage.”

Half sitting on the edge, you leaned around him to close the painted collar and then drifted brushstrokes down his front. “I do too.”

He churred affection.

You tried to paint his plastron and frowned at how the different texture streaked the paint. “How does the stone figure out what you should look like? Do you think of an image in your head and it makes it happen?”

“Some thought, but as with most mysticism, it trends illogical. Let’s imagine if you were to don it and you chose to cloak as a turtle mutant.”

You nodded both to him and how you tested various brushing techniques to get the black to lacquer.

“You may not be a softshell.”

That caught your attention and you sent surprise toward him.

He had latent irritation creasing his features. “Unfortunately there’s a certain luck of the draw. There’s a high chance you may be, considering my DNA…” He reached out and pressed a targeted digit into your pelvis. “… is soaked into yours, but I digress. It isn’t assured.”

You stalled a stroke and kissed him hard.

He held you a metered amount away to protect your paint work.

You tapered off for a few needy presses before reluctantly continuing. “Is that why you chose to disguise yourself with make-up instead? Didn’t like the way the broach changed you?”

He gave a faint chirp of approval at your memory.

You stole another kiss.

“I feel compelled to clarify: I’ve never used one.”

“Don’t like the chance of how it’ll change you.” You corrected.

You chuckled and felt his approving air follow you down onto your knees so you could have better access to painting further down his plastron.

“Share?”

“I was just thinking this would totally turn into washboard abs.” You gestured to him and layered on extra coats to thicken the lines you’d drawn.

“You’re curious?”

“Not really.” You tried to make a circle, but it wasn’t clean. “You don’t like it, so I’m not really interested.”

“You wouldn’t prefer me human.”

It was a statement and, though he hadn’t asked, you knew he needed reassurance. You sent it up to him by fully stopping and giving him your full attention. “Never.”

He had a wickedness to his gaze. “Monster fucker.”

You splatted your brush right into his beak and he chuffed droplets to clear his nose.

Still, he laughed and you continued your work with a pout.

Criss-crossing lines, you did a few touch ups, before you sat back to look at your work as a whole.

“I could acquire two.”

You moved your attention to his face.

“For science. I appreciate that sort of intrigue.”

“Only if you’re sure.”

“It’s not a physiological change. Only cosmetic.”

“And mystic.” You gave a lazy grin.

He sneered.

“Anything with you.” You stood.

He took a deep breath before doing the same. “Shall I see your masterpiece?”

“Please.” You swept your hand in a gesture to the full length mirror.

He moved to his reflection and recognition hit him immediately. “A harness.”

“Yes, my pet.” You pressed to his carapace and kissed his arm. “That’s kept.”

“I never considered…” He tilted his head.

“Wearing one? I doubt that.” You came around to look him over again.

He shook his head. “You didn’t connect the collar.” He pointed at this throat and then down. “I never thought to wear a harness without.”

“Oh…”

“Oh.” He mimicked your interest. “I’ll whip something up.”

“Use the link rings.” You leaned into him.

“Of course.” He kissed your forehead and took your chin. “Make-up gave me an idea.”

“What do you need?” You held up your brush and paint.

“Same purple paint, thin square brush.”

“Got it.” You moved to trade off your equipment and brought his requested materials back.

“Eyes closed.”

Your lids drifted and you tipped your chin up for him.

He startled you by catching your lips first then he moved to paint. Careful around your eyes, you felt him make more rectangles skirting down your cheeks. He then was careful over your lids and brows. He blew lightly to seal his art and then moved you gently over to the mirror. You held firm with closed eyes until he gave the signal and opened them to find he’d done an inspired extension of his markings on your face.

“I look cool…” You admired his work around blinks.

“Very…” He breathed warmth into your ear.

You tipped your head for him and he pressed kisses down the side of your neck.

A distraction, a cool brush dabbed your lower back and you arched with a small gasp.

“You k-know…” You managed as he painted what was clearly another rectangular shape. “I’d figured you go womb tattoo before a tramp stamp.”

He slowed only for a moment before he ducked his head to ensure his design. “Dangerous.”

“How so?”

“I would only need the correctly imbued ink.” He skirted your ass and you twitched with sensitivity.

“What…?” You drunkenly slurred as he exchanged his brush for a hand to squeeze the thick of a cheek.

“With such and the correct branching symbol, my birth control would be rendered useless.”

“Ah!” One of his fingers skirted between your legs.

“Best not to give me that power as of yet.” A finger ghosted your sex before another came around and pressed a thick stroke to your upper mons.

Your voice pitched and your head fell to see he’d smeared red paint across your lower belly. “Wha…?”

“Bed.” He nudged you in the direction, but kept himself out of sight. “I need to mark your inner thighs.”

You nodded and the moment you took a step, he slipped a finger into your folds. Knees weakening, you stumbled towards the bed riding his digit. It tested and teased your entrance and you were left to catch the edge of the mattress. He manipulated you only enough so you were sturdy before he disappeared. It took a moment to catch your breath, but you rotated and sat. He appeared, already on his knees with a brush in hand. With him before you, you spread for him and hiked your legs up against the tarp on the mattress. Your feet slid a few times as you tried to find a foothold and he lost his patience to bury his face into your core with a churr.

You cried out his name as he tasted you. His hands occupied with his brush, he rooted deeper with only his snout and lapped at your essence. Your appendages free in contrast, you fisted his mask and pulled. He clearly resisted and you saw through your delirium to how he was specifically keeping his snout from bumping that red blotch he’d made. An odd adornment hanging above your crotch, he licked up a fat stripe to suckle your clit and you bucked against his face once before he retreated. “Damned I can’t do both!”

You slumped a metered amount. “Can’t both cum in me and eat me out?”

“Yes.” He growled lightly before lifting an arm with a brush. His other appendage dipped to support the first and his perfected posture reminded you of a calligraphy master. You meant to ask if that was a skill of his, but the moment the moistened brush tip touched your thigh, you felt a current rip through your flesh. In expert strokes, the feather light tip wafted over you leaving blocks in its wake. You couldn’t help but compare it to the saliva and slick dripping from you. In contrast, it clung to you thick and wrote out a binding contract.

Property of Donatello down one inner thigh.

A prepared table that was ready to house marks of his ownership was left blank on the other.

You were leaned forward to look them over when he rose up enough to reveal his throbbing erection.

“Oh fuck…” You gasped.

“Shall we begin? See just how much of me you can hold?” He carved out a promise in scalding breath as he lined himself up with your weeping sex.

“D-Donnie, we have time. It’s not a race…”

“It’s not?” He smiled and was slow in bending forward to claim your lips. “I believe it is. Did you honestly think I wasn’t still competing with that inane heat-brained bastard?”

“That’s you-u-u-u!” Your word warbled as he pressed his glans in.

“Me.” He spat and shifted his angle with his hips alone to sink into you.

You moaned and moved to hold him.

He caught your limbs before he gave his body over to you.

You felt something wet smear higher than anything between your legs.

For a moment, his weight dropped onto you and he gave a needy wriggle as if his cock wasn’t fully stuffed to its usual depths.

You groaned at the pleasurable weight and felt how his entire body retreated as he pulled a calculated amount out.

Look down.

You looked.

Where there had once been red, there was now purple.

Looking up, you saw the same purple blotch on the bottom of Donnie’s plastron.

Only his was rimmed with blue where yours had red.

He had mixed the colors to create his own on your body right on the spot where you’d balloon with his kid. “Fuck me.”

“My pleasure.”

You wished you could say you lost track, but it was patently untrue as. Donnie, without fail, stopped each time he filled you up to make a tally mark on your inner thigh. He’d then wait, regardless of how far along you were, to ensure the dash would not smear. It was only then he’d return to you with a vigor that seemed to only grow with each symbol.

By five you were delirious and he broke from sex to spill paint. Moving to abstract, he brought you back through slick digits that slid smoothly over your skin. He forewent brushes and dotted off designs until you were present and returned the favor. Together you tumbled and Donnie marked off zones with reminders of the memories they carried. It was a list of his downfall and you told him so. He churred warmth and between affectionate kisses, you drew lazy lines that covered his scars. The constant slick turned the many paints a neutral brain tone and with it an idea struck you.

Instructing him to get on his belly, you straddled his thighs with several bottles. You mixed outside the canvas of his body before you descended on his carapace with purpose. He was initially unnerved as you filled in the scarred gaps to his shell, but he settled at the firm pressure and reassurances that this is what you did in exchange. For each piece of him that he’d offered over, you patched them carefully to where they were meant to be. You’d never allow him to regret his decision to love you and it was when gnarled skin was filled in did you press your full palm down to the center of his spine.

“Donatello, you have my heart, my word, my everything. Whatever you choose, soft or domestic or otherwise, I’m going to make sure you can do it to your heart’s content.”

You stilled thinking he’d give a mating call or something of the like, but he sat silent.

You stared down at your hand that blended in with the color of his rough shell.

“Y/N.”

His voice sounded watery and you tried to quell concerns. “Yeah?”

“Let go so I can gather you.”

You hadn’t considered you were holding him back. The moment your hand lifted, he flipped you over and made a thousand vows in return.

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kosije · 11 months

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Can I request a Hirugami Sachiro fluff wherein the reader accidentally/unintentionally confesses her feelings >^<

I rlly love your writing!! I dont see much hirugami posts so id rlly appreciate it if you wrote this!

a/n: so so so sorry for my absence ^^; thank you for your support and im happy you enjoy my writing! Lightly edited, feel free to lmk any mistakes :)

Spring just might be your favorite season. The cool wind, flower blossoms, and calm days at the park with your best friend, Sachirou, and his pup make it hard for other seasons to compete.

“I’m gonna take her for another lap around, wanna come?” he asks, beckoning the playful Maltese puppy, who’s the same shade as his hair with two taps on his thighs. The only word you can think of to describe him is perfect. The bright blue cloudless sky and green flower-dotted grass seem like they’re only as radiant as the man standing in them in front of you. His smile is dazzling and his white tee tight and khakis show off his physique.

You say you're still short of breath, hoping he couldn’t tell that you were gawking at him.

he nods, turning his focus to the Maltese and grabbing her leash.

Only once he’s out of sight do you smoothen out your floral dress and take a swig of the ice-cold lemonade he had packed in the basket holding the rest of your snacks. It’s one thing to find your best friend attractive. It was a fact that he was gorgeous. Whether it was you two walking through the halls, attending his volleyball games, or going to the park for a picnic, Sachirou always seemed to draw the attention of everyone around him. And just a light brush to his curly hair would have any girl falling for him. But in love?

You can tell you’re pushing it. Even if your diary has his name written on every page with hearts around it, you know he’s not yours. You’re his friend, and friends are only meant to be friendly.

So how come when you see the two run back a few minutes later, your heart skips a beat and you let yourself pretend the two- or three of you are on a date? After hours pass of talking, running, drawing, singing, dancing, and eating, you both decide to wine down at his apartment.

“I just feel that she’d be much better with the side character. I mean, they have way more chemistry.” You say in between snacking on a random bag of chips you grabbed from the basket.

“You’re better than me. If she ends up with the bad boy as a cliche, I might shit myself,” He says, laughing when you scrunch your nose to him and let out an airy laugh. You think you see his cheeks go pink, but before you can ask about it, his dog jumps between you two.

“Hey! Down girl!” He says leaning back to avoid being hit by her tail while you hide your chip bag and move to cuddle her, giggling over how Sachirou shouldn’t be so mean to her.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d believe she’ll to steal you away from me. Am I not cute enough?” He coos with a fake pout. Even if he is teasing, you can still feel your heartbeat spike.

“How could anything be cuter than you, Sachi?” You say subconsciously, still playing with his dog. It’s only after a couple beats of silence that you realize that was definitely not said in your head, and you feel a wave of embarrassment.

“I don’t know why I said that...” You mumble, not daring to look up and see his reaction. No matter how many excuses you tried to think of, none of them negated how obviously unfriendly you meant that.

“Listen I’m so-“

“Do you mean that?” His voice is soft, and against all of your reservations, your head turns up to face him. His lips are slightly parted, and his cheeks are flush.

You can’t find it in yourself to lie to him when he looks at you like that. So against the butterflies threatening to escape along with the chips, you breathlessly say yes.

His dog jumps from your lap, running off to somewhere you can’t bring yourself to focus on because his body is getting impossibly too yours. To the point where your fingertips are ghosting each other.

“How do you feel about me, really?” He asks his face now close enough that you can feel the shakey breath he lets out after the question. His eyes are steady on yours, but only for a beat does it flicker to your lips and you try your best to swallow the lump down your throat.

“I......What I feel for you is stronger than friendship. It has been stronger than that for a while now,” you confess, leaning into him with a rush of courage. “Is that... okay?”

“Is that okay?!” He squeaks, his voice cracking before tackling you down on his couch in a hug that almost knocks the wind out of you.

“Can’t... breathe,” you gasp, making him spring up and apologize profusely.

“A simple ‘yes’ would’ve been good,” you say, not being able to hide the elated grin pulling at your lips.

“It’s more than ‘okay’, stupid. Oh my gosh, do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this? Being in love with your best friend is a bigger cliche than that movie we were watching.”

If the hug didn’t make your heart skip a beat, his confessing he’s felt the same way as you make your heart feel like it’ll stop right here.

“Tell me about it.” You say, watching his breath hitch before moving his hand to your cheek, pulling you closer to him by his feather-light touch moving to your chin.

Wordlessly, his lips catch yours, and you feel your head spin. His kiss is soft and intoxicating, but so passionate you’re left gripping on his shirt. You both pull back for hair, and his eyes glint like he’s looking at the stars.

“I love you.” The words are easy and flow effortlessly from your lips like they’ve been said countless times before.

“I love you too.” He says, with that same smile that’s always lit everything around him up.

Softly, he pulls you into his chest, reviling in the realization that all of his feelings have led up to (what was) his wildest dreams coming true.

And when you hear his heart hammering against his chest as he presses his lips softly on your forehead, only then is it obvious that there is no better season than spring.

#( ☆ ) haikyuu #( ☆ ) fluff #( ☆ ) sfw #haikyuu headcanons #hirugami sachirou #hirugami x reader #Sachirou x reader #hirugami sachiro fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff

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mekakitsune · 1 year

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Hiii! I loved reading your dating Mirage headcannons. I've been on a roll with simping and loving him That being said, I'd love HCs of how Mirage would act around his (major) crush on a newer Legend who is kind of oblivious to his care for them... so how do you think he'd act when they get hurt outside of a game?

Thank you so much if you fulfill this request! Your writing is truly admirable <33 take care of yourself and happy holidays!

thank you so much love, you are so kind! luv this request btw, i hope its want u wanted <3

cw: bloody nose mentioned quite a lot, elliot is a mess and so is reader..literally lol

mirage with a legend s/o;

pray for your squad mates. its painful to watch.

elliot is SO flirty with you in and out of the games, and ofc, you dont see it as anything unusual from the legend. hes like that with everyone....right?

makes it his own responsibility to keep you on your feet in battle, would probably leave someone else to die to come help you.

yeahhh renee was not happy with him after that one

definitely a bet going around to see if elliot will actually spill his feelings. its become quiet the conversation starter among everyone.

you were training one day, something you all did regularly to stay on top of your game

and it can get pretty intense sometimes. but you all know your limits, thats why you called it quits with a bloody nose and a sore back after sparring with kairi.

she was spewing apologizes left and right, and you reassured her it was all in good fun, and that you were okay.

just as she holds out her hand to help you up, the door to the training room opens, and in comes elliot, ajay and octane not far behind him, in their own conversation.

to say elliot reacted immediately would be an understatement, by his reaction you would think you were sitting here being held at knife point.

"what the hell happened in here! we heard yelling... y/n?! youre bleeding?" he rambled on, not really giving either of you a chance to explain yourselves.

kairi steps aside for a moment only to come back with a small white box in her hand. a first aid kit. god knows how long thats been in here.

she passes the kit to elliot, giving a small grin and says "their all yours." with a pat on the back, before following the other two out the door, she turns back to you to mouth "sorry" with a wink. surely she hadnt...planned that.

it was painfully quiet in the room after that. elliot sits on the floor in front of you, opening up the small box to retrieve some gauze.

he hands it to you to place under your nose, and you take it quickly, not wanting to ruin the gym floor or your clothing any further.

hes quiet again, and you look past your hand to see him staring at you.

"she got you good, huh?" he said, with what could only be described as a pout.

"its just a bloody nose elliot...im gonna be okay." you said lightly, trying to ease the tension. he grins and shakes his head

"i know that. it...it just freaks me out to see people i care about get hurt, yknow." he said looking away

you let out a small laugh at his statement. "aw..you care about me? what happened to "dont get close to anyone"? you reminded him of what he said to you when you first came to the base.

while his advice rang true in a place like this, you couldnt help but share his feelings.

"you have...no idea" he said softly, looking at you again. you are only now realizing how close you two are, his face mere inches away from your own.

a few more moments go by, and he finally breaks the silence again.

"can i say something?" he askes, sounding nervous.

"of course" you respond curiously.

"i really want to um...i really want to kiss you right now..." he said, cheeks flushed. "i mean only if you want to i dont want to ma-"

you cut him off with a laugh. he looks horrified honestly and it only makes you giggle even more.

"normally, id say go for it. but im kinda bleeding from my nose right now" you giggled as you watched his face turn even redder.

"yeah! yeah right...i knew that....obviously....whatever, lets go get that cleaned up yeah?" he said, obviously trying to change the subject. you giggled again and got up to follow him out of the gym.

"hey elliot?"

"..yeah?" he turned to you

you stood up a little bit taller to place a kiss on his cheek. stepping back you take in the shocked look on his face

"thats for helping me, and if you really wanna kiss me, wait till im not a bloody mess, yeah?" you grinned at him.

he groaned, turning around to walk out, but you knew he wanted you to follow him.

"i hope you realize what you do to me." he says to you with a grin. "but i will take you up on that...if its okay" hes still unsure. you take that as a sign to slip your hand into his.

"if it wasnt okay, i wouldnt be letting you waste your time on something like a bloody nose yknow" you laughed lightly, hoping to ease both yours and his nerves.

"cant have you like, bleeding out to death." he remarks, keeping his hand in yours. you laugh at his comment.

"wouldnt wanna let me die without that kiss huh?"

he groans again, but you dont miss the shy smile on his face.

#i went waaay overboard w this one #mirage apex legends #mirage x reader #mirage #elliot witt x reader #elliot witt #apex legends x you #apex legends headcanons #apex legends x reader #sfw.mp3🪸

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reiding-recs · 2 years

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Luke Learns a Lesson - Chapter 1

tags/warnings: smut, bdsm, handjobs, sex shop, interrupted mid masturbation, masturbation, sex toys, experienced spencer, butt plugs, slight dom/sub dynamics, sub spencer, curious luke, inexperienced luke, slight perv!spencer

word count: 2475

link to fic on ao3

link to part 2

author’s note: I’ve had this idea for a long while and finally got the motivation to write more! for now, i’ve written two parts, but if people are interested in more of the story i’m willing to write more, so let me know what you think!

also thank you to @reidselle for beta reading this for me!

this fic was inspired by this scene from Criminal Minds Season 12 episode 1

Chapter 1

As they walked into the sex shop, Luke was visibly uneasy. Scratching his head, shifting, eyes flitting around the room without looking at a single thing. He seemed nervous and maybe a bit intimidated by the sexual atmosphere. Spencer tried his best to match his energy like he hadn’t spent time getting intimate experience with many of the items that lined the shop walls. He was always careful to keep his sex life separate from work. The less his teammates knew the better - they’d ask too many questions and learn way more about their “innocent” boy genius than anyone ever wanted them to.

“Can I see your badge again?” the person behind the desk asked Spencer. He quickly took it out for them to take another look. “Yeah, the guy who bought these used your ID.”

It was Spencer's turn to shift uncomfortably. Could this unsub know that he was involved in BDSM? It had to be a coincidence - he was all too careful to buy things as anonymously as possible and never tie his name to anything searchable. He glances at Luke, careful not to focus on his reaction too long. As the cashier goes to grab “Spencer's” ID, Luke seems to settle some and takes his first good look around the shop. If Spencer didn’t know any better, he'd think Luke looks a bit intrigued by their surroundings.

When the cashier comes back with the ID they ask a few more questions and Luke excuses himself to the bathroom. Spencer makes some awkward small talk about the weather with the cashier until it’s acceptable to head to the SUV to wait for Luke. Just as he climbs into the passenger seat, Spencer sees Luke glancing up at a paddle with what could only be described as fascination. Moments later he seems to jolt out of his trace and turns to walk back out to the car. That’s when Spencer sees it. The noticeable bulge that’s formed in his rather attractive colleague’s pants.

Spencer forces himself to look away from Luke walking (more than a bit uncomfortably) back to the SUV. He takes three deep breaths to calm himself down - mentally repeating “I won’t admit to anything or invade his sexual privacy. I wouldn’t- “ Just then, the door swings open and Luke climbs into the driver’s seat.

Spencer opens his mouth to say something and to try to bring the focus back to the case but his mouth goes dry. He can’t figure out what to say that won’t be both case-focused and sexual and he definitely doesn’t want those two blurring together. Instead, he closes my mouth and looks out the window only to realize that Luke hasn’t started driving. Now he feels he has to say something.

“So-” he finally gets out.

At the same time, Luke breathes out, “Uh I-”

“You go first.”

Luke again shifts and looks away, but Spencer is patient and waits for him to gather his nerve again. “So uh- I’ve never been in a shop like that before!” Luke lets out a nervous chuckle and looks away again. “It’s uh- it’s pretty crazy that that guy used your ID to purchase something like that too, huh?”

He looks over at Spencer as he starts to agree, but he can’t. He looks lost and intrigued and nervous and still aroused. Spencer takes one last deep breath and finally says, “Well I’d be lying if I said that was the first time something like that was bought with my ID.”

Spencer closes his eyes waiting for an unsavory response like he’s always feared for when he’s imagined anything like this happening. One second, two seconds, three seconds pass and he hears nothing. If a pin dropped outside the car, you’d be able to hear it hit the pavement. That's how quiet it is. Finally, he risks opening his eyes, turning back to Luke, still bracing for a look of concern or disgust. Instead, Luke’s flabbergasted. There’s no other word for it. His mouth hangs open and his eyes have gone wide. Spencer waves his hand in front of his face. He fears this was a terrible mistake that he needs to undo immediately. “Luke, are you okay? Sorry, I was way out of line there and it isn’t true. It's a joke I thought we’d laugh it off by now…”

He finally closes his mouth, then his eyes, and he takes a deep breath in and all at once without pausing for air says, “Please tell me if that’s true because I think I’ve gotten to know you pretty well so far and that sure didn’t seem like a joke to me?”

Without even thinking about it Spencer blurts out, “No it was totally a joke,” he laughs and then continues, “really I just said it to lighten the mood with everything going on. I remember how stressful my early days with the team were...I thought it’d help make you a bit more comfortable.”

“Oh…,” Luke hesitates, looks me in the eyes one last time, and joins in my laughter. “Funny one man, sorry I’d normally have gotten the joke sooner it’s just all a bit overwhelming.”

Spencer nods and forces himself to smile as he looks at Luke, attempting to better mask his outright lie. It’s probably wishful thinking, but Luke does seem to be blushing even more than before. Before either of them can say something to end the tension, Luke’s phone rings.

“Hello?...Okay...Okay...Yeah, we just finished up...Okay...We’ll be right there.” Luke starts the engine, buckles up, and then turns to Spencer. “That was Hotch. He wants us back at the hotel - the rest of the team just woke up, so now our shift is over and we can sleep while they work for a few hours.”

Spencer rushed to answer, desperate to return to the pair’s previous easy-going dynamic. “Okay, yeah that sounds good.” There’s a beat of uncomfortable silence that builds between them again before he manages to think of a topic. “Did you know that this could technically be a form of polyphasic sleeping, which a lot of people do to maximize their productivity while awake? There’s actually been some intriguing research that humans might be naturally polyphasic and have shifted to our current typical sleeping habits largely because of industrialization.” As Spencer jumped into his explanation of current theories on different sleeping cycles and patterns, his mind couldn’t help but drift, worried that Luke was still uncomfortable because of what he said.

A short while later they arrive at the hotel and head up to their rooms. Both Spencer and Luke internally breathe a sigh of relief that the tension between them has started to dissipate. Luke listens thoughtfully and asks questions about how things in society could adjust to make sleep schedules more natural. As they reach their rooms, Spencer draws his explanation of the current research’s implementation in test groups with a shifted work schedule. With a smile and wave, they both wish each other a good sleep and then part ways into their respective rooms.

Spencer lets the heavy hotel door slam shut behind him before falling back against it and letting out a long, heavy sigh. He can hardly believe he almost let his secret slip to the newest team member after over a decade of carefully tiptoeing around the details of his sex life, especially around his team. He manages to muster up the strength to stand up and walk over to his bag set down across the room on the desk.

Spencer strips down and heads to the bathroom, hoping a long shower will relax him enough to finally get some sleep. He washes his hair first, taking care to massage his scalp in an effort to further relax both his mind and body. He sighs again. He knows he should sleep, but if he’s honest with himself chances are he’ll end up too stressed over the case and his conversation with Luke to drift off peacefully. As he moves on to washing his body, his mind starts to drift to Luke’s face in the sex shop. He ignores the overwhelming cringe he feels thinking back to how he reacted earlier, focusing on how intrigued Luke looked by the paddle. He knows it might be the lust clouding his thoughts, but it sure seemed like if Luke had been left to his own devices, then he would’ve picked it up…maybe given it an experimental swing… Spencer’s cock takes some interest in that image, twitching and beginning to harden. He moves to wash his legs, his arm repeatedly brushing against his cock as he did, accidentally teasing himself.

Now that he’s gotten himself a bit worked up, he heads over to his satchel. What better way to put himself to sleep than an orgasm, right? He pulls out the lube he always carries and takes out his little lock box that contains a plug, fleshlight , and a dildo for cases like these where they leave quickly without time to pack. He may not be able to bring his collection, but he always goes on cases prepared with at least two toys. He moves back to the bed, toys in hand. He sets them down and gets himself comfortable before starting to prep himself for his black plug with a purple gem base. With how much the team has been bouncing around from place to place he’s barely been able to get enough time to quickly rub one out for well over a month - let alone time to take his time with himself and edge as he prefers. Finally, he’s stretched just enough to use his plug. He slides it in, enjoying the stretch as it fills him better than his fingers ever could. He shifts to add some more lube onto his hand and runs it over his length once, twice, three times. Then, he leans over to grab the clear fleshlight , letting out a groan as his plug shifts inside of him.

As he lets out another soft moan, stretching to grab the toy that’s now rolled out of reach, he hears a knock at his door. He jumps. He cannot catch a break. He quickly stuffs the remaining supplies and toys that are out under the blankets and rushes to find a robe. He opens the door, unsure who to expect and hoping that he just left something downstairs or that for some reason room service is delivering something to him.

His jaw drops as he registers who’s standing in front of him. It’s Luke.

“...Hi...Luke…What’s up? Did I miss a call from Hotch? I just got out of the shower so…”

“No, no, Hotch hasn’t called. I just...I can’t sleep. Can I come in?”

Spencer glances down at the state of his undress and then looks back up at his newest colleague’s pensive expression. “Sure, yeah come in.”

Luke walks in and grabs a seat on the armchair in the corner, leaving Spencer to sit on the bed or the desk chair. He quickly opts for the desk chair - fearful one wrong shift will send one of the toys laying under the covers flying and exposing what he was in the middle of before he went to answer the door. What he neglected to consider, however, is that in his rush to answer the door in a normal amount of time, he had forgotten to take out his plug. He eased onto the wooden desk chair and nearly yelped as the plug pushed deeper inside of him, nudging right against his prostate. Luckily, Luke seemed too wound up to realize, though Spencer still can’t discern what’s on his mind.

Spencer shifts, slowly and gently this time, so his right leg is now covering the bulge his cock is starting to make under his robe. “So…Like? What’s on your mind?”

Luke startles out of his thoughts. “Uh...so basically...I’m not sure how to say this? I just...I can’t stop thinking about it? And you don’t seem judgemental so I figured if I need to talk to someone you’re probably the best bet? I’m not sure that even makes any sense. I’m sorry I really shouldn’t be bothering you. You’re supposed to be getting to sleep - and I mean this can wait!”

“Luke!” Spencer interrupts his rambling . “I’m sure whatever it is is going to be fine. And I’d never judge you! If it’s troubling you this much, it’s worth dealing with now. So just tell me.”

Luke hesitates and then, all at once lets out, “So earlier you made the joke about the ID and I can’t stop thinking that it wasn’t a joke and maybe you actually have personal experience with and knowledge of BDSM. And I’ve been intrigued by it for a while now and have no idea what to do to explore it or get started at all. I’d kind of brushed it off as something I’d never get to explore and I was learning to be okay with it. But then I saw all of those toys in person today and…it changed how I feel. I mean...cliche as it is, life is short and I'd rather get to experience this stuff rather than live with the regret of never knowing. And well...you seemed comfortable there. I might be wrong! But you didn’t seem unsure or unsteady or worried by our surroundings. And it didn’t feel like a joke when you said that it wasn’t the first time someone’s bought a kinky toy with your ID. So I guess…I wanted to ask again if it actually was a joke?”

Luke finally takes a breath, but still looks far from done, so Spencer quickly interjects.

“Luke...I’m not sure what I should say here honestly. I’m torn. I don’t know if you really want the answer to that question either way. Either way, you’re going to change how you view me. And-”

“Spencer I’m pretty sure that if anyone’s view of someone is changing it’s going to be your view of me. I just ran into my new coworker’s room to ask about his possible secret kinky lifestyle. Oh,fuck! What am I doing!”

Luke starts to stand up as if to leave, so Spencer makes a gut decision. “Yes! I am kinky! I have plenty of experience with BDSM. I’ve used nearly every toy in that shop at least once and I repeatedly have had the pleasure of ordering kinky toys with my ID!”

Luke freezes. “Really?” Spencer nods. He doesn’t look scared or disgusted...he actually looks excited. He gulps and seems to ponder the just right way to phrase whatever is crossing his mind now

#ralvez #spencer reid #luke alvez #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer x luke #spencer reid x luke alvez #mine

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johannwolfgangvongoethe · 9 months

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umineko,...

episode 1, part 6

UH OH !!!

do you think this is a bad sign?

what IS that. jesus christ no one let maria see this. and there was the same red paint.... on natsuhis doorknob? this is like when you play a game of werewolf and on a new morning you are informed the werewolf tried to kill someone but they were protected by another persons power. which someone else could mistake for her being the culprit. i guess.

if this happened to me and a bunch of relatives went missing, the landline mysteriously died, followed by the appearance of an omnious cross pattée summoning circle thing that is Clearly written in blood. idk what id do. probably accuse grandpa.

top 10 images that preceed unfortunate events

oh battler we are really in it now. dude imagine being this guy. text advance speed is limited in the following scene, which is very effective. you HAVE to listen to battler cry. you have to listen to his grief and how much he hated his father but Not Enough For This To Happen. the portraits and character illustrations in the menu change. you see enough to imagine the detail vividly, even without gorey imagery.

the state the bodies are in is quite unique. i wonder. is this about erasing their memory by erasing the face they could be remembered by? is this about losing face, a sign that they have lost their right to respect and honour? is it about getting rid of the most identifyable human part of them? its very interesting. it really rids the scene of every shred of dignity it could have maybe still had, its deeply offensive, it makes them all appear more equal to each other, and the lack of a face turns corpses into mere bodies. not sure if krauss and shannon only missing half their face is of significance.... maybe a sign to mark them as special? or a direct attack on their respective partners, who are very much still alive? both? it seems too purposefully written into it to be meaningless.

this weird objectification is what instantly made me check the character screen as the scene unfolded. the descriptions of the characters changed as well, suggesting a cycle of death and rebirth i dont understand yet, that the victims were chosen by chance, and possibly that this will repeat again in the story.

is that what the riddle is? if the first deaths are always random, is picking the suiting victims for the next days a part of the ritual? or is it more a of a prophetic vision of one time events after all?

and sure enough "those who remain shall tear apart the two who are close" accurately describes what i assume is about to happen... the two with the best motives to kill are eva and hideyoshi (getting rid of other heirs and the servant girl their son is obviously in love with... no idea about gohda. hideyoshi liked him.) so i expect there to be a lot of blame directed towards these two.

BACK TO MY FAVOURITE SUBJECT it says a lot about natsuhi how she reacted to the scene. she stands in silence, does not ask for help, in the rain, as if to punish herself or maybe to look specifically unbothered. she is not giving anyone present an opening that can be exploited, she isnt showing any weakness. she instantly turns to her most loved hobby for comfort instead: she wishes to organize the situation and takes on a leading role for the family.

related to this, kanons reaction is of importance too. he is the servant who brings up being emotionless furniture the most, who previously stated he was raised with the purpose of being a tool and that things such as emotions and playtime just werent made for him. he doesnt cry but man he is very well close to it. the only bit of sentimental distraction he allowed himself was loving shannon and that too is lost to him now. death as an equalizer works as intended. he is, like the ushiromiya coursins too, just a person right now, consumed by grief like everyone else too.

but even death cannot make natsuhi and eva stand on common ground. despite it all, they are still fighting. god these women are obsessed with each other. i dont even mean this in a "i love gay people" way, just in a "i morbidly obsessed watching them destroy each other" way.

sorry to everyone in this novel who still thinks theyre dealing with a normal crime scene. understandable!!! but they dont know. they dont know magic is real (probably) yet. only maria instantly connected the murders to the riddle and she is entirely calm and without worry. its clear that her mother will soon be resurrected to her.

yeah how do you even start explaning this to a 9yo

#seagullposting

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the1975attheirverybest · 1 year

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I hope this okay to ask feel free to ignore if not but how do you manage to cope with people saying such inflammatory stuff about matty constantly? You seem very adjusted to it, I am usually alright at ignoring it and I know its not true but sometimes I see things people say and I feel a bit sick because that's what people think and what if they think I support that and idk. I get scared there might be truth in it sometimes even though I don't think that and it gets difficult to cope with. I really strongly believe in having nuance in a situation, being critical of the people you enjoy instead of blindly praising them and not putting people on pedestals, which is why I still engage with matty because to me he is a guy who says and does stupid things occasionally like most people realistically do. But people see it so black and white and you're either a good person or you're not and I hate that and it gets to me sometimes.

no worries at all! that's what fandoms are for. to debate and cope with things like this. especially at a weird time that this fandom seems to be in rn.

For me, it's a mixture of different things. The first being that I've tested my own beliefs and so I'm more sure of them than ever. That's part of what I love about being a fan of Matty. He's constantly challenging me. Whenever he does or says something that I personally wouldn't do, I stop and ask myself why. Would I not do it because I think it's wrong? or would I not do it because I have been conditioned to behave a certain way automatically (whether by culture, by upbringing, by societal expectations of women and femininity, etc) and its never occurred to me that there might be an alternative until he just showed me? So, that way, my own thinking is under the microscope, and if something doesn't hold up, I get rid of it, if something remains firm then I have to agree to disagree with him on it (the nepo baby thing is a good example of that. He's just wrong there, lol. Sorry Matty.)

I had a similar moment of doubt to what you're describing when the podcast shitshow happened. Cuz I wasn't entirely disgusted by it. Did I think that some jokes were tone-deaf? Yeah. But I didn't feel AS offended as everyone who was saying they no longer support the band, or their opinion of him has changed forever, or that hes not the same guy who wrote "loving someone" or "love it if we made it" or "jc2005gba" or "people," and hes showing his true colors or whatever. So, I was like "broooo am I the problem? am I blind? is his sexiness making me think that he could do no wrong and its to the detriment of my moral character? so I went back and listened to the podcast THREE FUCKIN TIMES. After some thinking, I felt like okay some jokes really shouldn't have been made, period. Like he fucked up at a handful of moments, BUT the VAST MAJORITY of the reactions were to things taken out of context and were exaggerations of how one SHOULD react. fucking up doesn't mean he's secretly evil and it doesn't cancel out all the good that he's done.

So, I walked away from the whole situation even firmer in my beliefs about what is appropriate and what's not, what I personally stand for as a human, and what I believe about Matty's character. Which is why, when I see that shit that people are saying now, I'm like "they're a bunch of morons." cuz I thought about it and know what's what. I think they did as well maybe they wouldn't be saying half the shit that they are saying. Kissing fans at a show after checking their ID to see that they're of age and after they've consented to it and BEGGED for it is NOT grooming. Saying that he likes hot women is NOT misogynistic, "thank you Kanye very cool" is a LITERAL TWEET by Donald Trump used in an ironic context of a protest song, it's NOT anti-semitic. you see where im going with this...

Does it break my fuckin heart when I see people wishing him relapse and overdosing and death? fuck yeah. This person stopped me from killing myself i don't wanna see people wishing him dead! ESPECIALLY that half the time, I remember that interview moment where he said that he gets nervous when hes not with "my people." like he's aware that hes rough around the edges, he knows it takes a moment to, like, figure out who he is and that not everyone gets it, and he's genuinely grateful to those of us who have given him the space to be himself and who believe in his art enough to take a moment and think about what he does to the point where it makes him feel safe and he doesn't take it for granted. So, to picture him, perhaps scrolling online or whatever and seeing people say this vile shit about him....it makes me sick to my stomach. But I try and deal with it in three ways. 1) I remind myself who Matty truly is (he didn't HAVE to put hijab wearing women in TOOTIME we are literally invisible to popculture i never see myself represented anywhere. we are not considered a demographic at all; he didn't HAVE to write LIIWMI, he didn't HAVE to give airtime to the speech that he gave at the brits in 2019, he doesn't HAVE to go out of his way to support the artists that Dirty Hit supports and keep in touch with young people's concerns, etc) That's Matty. He's always saying that people take girl fandoms for granted but younger female fans are smarter than him and have taught him so much. HE LEARNS from his fans. he doesn't think of us as something has accumulated because of his genius or whatever. 2) I remind myself that this isn't really about Matty at all. These swifties don't believe in being social justice warriors! if they did, they'd be okay with calling out taylor for her mistakes. Or they wouldn't be so nasty as to threaten to listen to her stolen music and stop supporting her re-records. They want justification for their hatred of Matty, and cuz matty's mistakes are so public, they have a lot to use against him. People who use his mistakes and his addiction against him aren't people I should concern myself with. what they believe is worth shit to me. Where do they get off calling him a bad person when they're dragging him for things he didn't even do???? yeah, they can go to hell for all I care. When someone has a legitimate criticism of him, or when he does something actually bad, then I'll listen. Like I did when the pod happened. 3) I live in my happy little bubble, lmao. I SCROLLLL bestie. SCROLLL past them comments. I know that shit is gonna break my heart and ruin my day, so I will not subject my eyeballs to it. At most, if it shows up against my will as it sometimes does on tiktok, I'll remind myself that the stupidity of the human race is kinda funny, I'll laugh about it, imagine Matty's brutal humor making a meme out of it if he were still online, crack myself up. and move on...

Unfortunately, people who don't take the time to actively seek growth remain in their black and white thinking. Just because a massive number of people think something is true, doesn't mean it is. recent political changes across the planet have definitely shown us that there can be great idiocy in greta numbers, lmao. this is no different.

Sorry this is a long ass rant. you were probably looking for a concise and simple response but i just....dont know that there is one, lol. Hope this helps but i know how you feel and it's really hard to remain calm in the face of it all. ohhh god. hopefully it ends soon.

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fatphobiabusters · 2 years

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hi id first just like to ask if you could please answer this anonymously as im uncomfortable with this being answering with my username/account attached. that being said something happened today that id really appreciate some advice on if you can give me any and also need to vent about.

basically, im a fat 17 year old with PCOS (the most significant way its affected me (other than my weight) at least to my current knowledge is a very rare/delayed period which i have started taking medication for that has helped quite a bit although it does have side affects of affecting my mood and sleep but i only have to take them for a little over a week 3 or 4 times a year and apparently those side affects will diminish over time so its not a major issue for me) and today i had an appointment with a dietitian that my mother had set up for me (and was present for) in regards to my weight and my PCOS (although before hand i only thought was in regards to my weight) the dietitian told me that my PCOS was apparently caused by my weight (specifically saying something about how fat around my pancreas was affecting insulin production) (saying so when all she knew about me was my weight and that i had PCOS) which i was somewhat skeptical of in the moment even though i hadnt done much research on the causes of PCOS and weight and PCOS specifically i had done some if not a lot on PCOS in general and most of what i had seen described weight gain/high weight as a side affect instead of the cause (and i have does some research since i got home specifcally via the blog bigfatscience here on tumblr and based on a lot of what iv seen weight is not a cause for PCOS) but when i brought that up she just dismissed it and i didnt really feel comfortable enough to push it further at all so i didnt and in general the appointment was really really uncomfortable and embarrassing for me especially with my mother there and there was a lot of talk on my diet which i really didnt enjoy and made me very uncomfortable but in the end the dietitian told me that i should eat less high GI foods and more low GI foods instead as that would help with things like having a regular period, gave me a diagram of a plate that was half vegetables and the other half split between carbs and protein as a bases for what my diet should be, and told me that i should try to loose weight and gave me a sheet with info on weight loss. im not necessarily against the idea of trying to eat less high GI foods (although i dont know if that would be sustainable especially if it was eating a lot less high GI foods and the main reason i was give to do so other than weight loss is to help have a more regular period which i am already on medication for like a said earlier so i dont see much point in that regard but my mother said she wanted a "more permanent solution") and i am somewhat skeptical of the diagram that was given to me although i havent done much of my own research on that specifically, i have however done a lot of research on the adverse affects of dieting and deliberate weight loss, and how losing weight doesnt long term and you will just gain weight back again which is more harmful and how trying to loose weight has negative affects on physical and metal health so i really do not think i should try to loose wight but i was also told that i should try to weigh myself regularly to see if im loosing and have another appointment with the dietitian which i feel like my mother is defiantly going to try to hold me to and i know theres no point in trying to show her proof that dieting and trying to loose weight wont work because i know she wont believe it and instead will either get upset with or dismiss me in ways that will just be very hurtful for me (i have experience with this in regards to things like talking about the way she treats my autism, her homophobia, and the many hurtful ways shes treated me in the past so i know what her reaction will be and that there isnt a point in trying to reason with her) (1/2)

so essentially i will have to try to loose weight regardless (especially since my mother is very strict and has a lot of control in regards to things like this in my life) even though i know that it wont work and will just hurt me in the long run. on top of this despite doing a lot of research into things like HAES and fat activism i do still deal with a lot of internalized fatphobia especially in regards to eating and i do worry sometimes that im close to developing an eating disorder beucase i often feel guilty for eating and good about myself if i dont eat or am hungry for a while and i feel like this is really going to add to that and potentially lead to me developing more ED habits or more of an ED mindset and i do already feel like its been affecting me in that way a lot like i havent had anything to eat since the appointment even though its been a several hours and really dont want to even though i am hungry and i know this isnt healthy for me to feel and act this way but like i said i cant really avoid it that much, i know this is a really lot of information and i dont blame you if you dont have any advice for my situation but if you can give me any or even just some support i really really would appreciate it, thank you

mod squirrel:

Well the first thing that stands out to me is that you are 17, so whatever you are being pushed into legally will end when you are 18. I know that abusive people will still try to force people to do things but that's a start.

TBH I would demand to speak to a NUTRITIONIST over a dietician. They are the ones more likely to work on making sure you are not being starved of nutrients. Also legally at 18 she can be asked to leave the room so if she INSISTS you go to the dietician after you are 18 (say by threatening to kick you out or whatever) you can have he removed. Also it is incredibly stupid to say ANYTHING about someone's insulin without tests? if you are feeling particularly salty, report that as medical incompetence to the hospital.

What I say next is based on the idea that you are fairly powerless and have to make the best of a bad situation: At least sticking to low glycemic foods isn't a terrible diet idea, because diabetics have to do it. You can have nutritionally balanced meals, when being pushed into a wall like this it’s critical you get enough nutrition.

If your mom wants a more permanent solution to your PCOS she should advocate for getting your ovaries removed but given that your dietician is a moron (sarcastic surprised Pikachu face) its unlikely to be on the table. You’ll potentially see weight loss on your hormone pills, when I started mine I lost some weight. because the hormones treat the issue that is causing weight gain. Im at the point that if someone who knows what PCOS is and they still think that weight gain causes it I’m calling into question everything they know.

You're right that it’s pointless and you are on medication that would actually effect your weight as it treats your PCOS but your moms a fucking idiot.

Again, this is a shitty situation. Focus on your own work unlearning fatphobia. Your mom has failed you but you don’t have to fail yourself. It takes a lot of work and its a struggle and that's normal.

Im gonna be raw with you. I had a gyno appointment and she kept talking about my weight and I had the same reaction. I felt like shit and like I didn’t deserve to eat. You can be doing advocacy and know the truth inside and out and it can still punch you in the face. Then I got angry. Anger gives me energy over depression freezing me in a loop of self hate. I ate food because she’s a fucking CLOWN. btw i find it extremely irresponsible for any doctor other than my primary doctor to talk about my weight let alone ask I cut something from my diet. So called medical professionals need to learn to stay in their fucking lanes. So I can say if I'm not there with you, we are down the street from each other. If you need to I say, eat out spite. If thats what it takes to make sure you arent skipping meals.

As far as weighing yourself goes, mention how each scale is different so its best to only be weighed at the doctors. maybe that’ll trick her into leaving that part out.

In the end this is indeed a shitty ass situation and I would focus on nutrition. Your mom can think its for weight loss but there's no guarantee it will happen period.

When you turn 18 things are going to be in flux so hang in there. I'm somewhat at a loss because as far as I can see its make the best of a bad situation. If other mods or followers have advice please share.

#ask #weight loss mention #abuse #medical fatphobia #anonymous #ableist language cw

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iridescentsky29 · 2 years

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Ive com to realise that a lot of society find things like UTI’s/ water infections funny and a thing to bully people for and to laugh at. I don’t think anyone realised how much that can actually affect a person, especially if they’re someone who has a medical problem which leads them to experiencing them very often or for long periods of time.

I suffered from reflux when I was 3, it’s basically where your urine moves up into your kidneys from your bladder. This resulted in me being diagnosed with scarred kidneys, this had them lead to me experiencing water infections very very often throughout my life.

Now for people who don’t know, utis are actually really horrible to experience. It would cause me to have to go to the toilet 24/7 and often get ‘stuck for the toilet’ including in public which was really embarrassing, along with messing the bed as a child until highschool, and because my pee would ‘smell’ due to the infection id feel even more embarrassed about myself and would question why this would have to happen to me and why I have to be out in embarrassing situations . Also getting stuck for the toilet would mean I would have to hold it for a long time, and if I ever did this it would result in really bad kidney pain, often leading to me lying on the floor crying out in pain(There are even more things what UTIs cause however these are the main ones I’ve experienced, some people get them differently)Imagine you having to deal with that. Now imagine having to deal with them on a regular basis.

When people think of a UTI they think it’s funny. I think it’s because of the fact that it involves your urine and stuff, along with the fact that there’s the whole ‘smell’ situation and how it’s funny cuz some people describe it of smelling like fish. Honestly I don’t understand why society thinks it’s ok to laugh at people when they mention they’ve been diagnosed with one, they’re literally bullying someone who’s having to go through a ton of pain and embarrassment and it’s wrong. It doesn’t matter if this person suffers from a chronic illness that causes them or if this person is a healthy person who just happened to get one, either way they should not be bullied for what they can’t control.

I’ve had experiences where I’ve been trying to explain what my health conditions are, and the moment I’ve mentioned ‘uti’ or ‘water infection’ is always get the same reaction: the person would smile as if they were trying to hold in a laugh, if there were other people with us they would turn to them and give them a weird look as if they were trying not to laugh. These reactions have even come from some of my friends, and it hurts to know that even some of my friends find it funny. I talk about my experiences as a way to feel more understood by people and just so I can talk and get stuff off my chest, I like to rant a lot, but when I do this and people are trying not to laugh at the embarrassing things I’ve faced in the past it really hurts. It’s hard trying to accept that you’re different from others so when you’re laughed at it only makes it harder. I want to be able to talk to my friends about it without feeling scared that I’ll go through this again, However because of the way society treats this problem it means that most people will likely do the same thing: laugh

I made this post so that people could realise that it’s not ok to laugh at someone who is suffering with an illness. That doesn’t just apply to my experiences too, this is for all illnesses. I feel that if I talk about my experiences more then maybes more people will be nicer to us who are going through tough times and maybes more people will be more supportive, meaning we might feel more confident in ourselves

If you see this post all I ask is that you try to change your views when it comes to UTIs, that you don’t laugh when someone says they’ve got one, that you don’t bulky someone because they’re different from you

#uti #water infection #scarred kidneys #kidney problems #chronic illness #chronic illness experiences #chronic illness awareness #reblogs are greatly appreciated #I wanna get the message to as many people as possible #long post #rant #illnesses

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marjaystuff · 6 months

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Interview with Anna Stewart

Deadly Vegas Escapade by Anna Stewart is a great suspenseful whodunit tinged with romance. What makes the story interesting is how Stewart shows the good side and the bad side to those serving. The hero is of course a military man, but as with some in the military there are those who sell their souls for money.

The plot begins with a car chase where Army Intelligence officer Riordan Malloy is forced off the road and into a freezing river. Luckily for him Darcy Ford, a member of the local water rescue team as well as a swim instructor, sees someone drowning in the river. She plunges in and saves him. Realizing he has no memory of his identity she allows him to recover in her apartment. There she and her friends find that he is wanted for murdering a military buddy. They team up to figure out if he is being used as a scapegoat and who is targeting him.

The twists and turns will keep readers guessing throughout the story. This is an action-packed story where the characters come to life.

Elise Cooper: How did you get the idea for the story?

Anna Stewart: I came up with the idea that “The Bourne Identity” meets “The Hangover.” I wanted to think outside the box and do some unusual twists and turns. The heroine, Darcy, appeared in a previous book so I knew she would be the featured character.

EC: The bad guys in the US Military-why that angle?

AS: I also had the hero who was in Army Intelligence. He is a very devoted military man. The biggest betrayal for him is someone he trusts complicity. He had put his life in the hands of someone who he thought he could trust and now it is someone he is not safe with as they turned on him.

EC: Why was Darcy’s profession water rescue?

AS: I never did go into freezing water. I have a water phobia and an issue with flying. I wanted my heroine with these as a fun challenge. The fear is based on having no control. She came on the page in book 2 of this series, being a part of the emergency water rescue team who recovered a body. People who do it for a living get used to going into freezing water and controlling their physical reaction.

EC: How would you describe Riordan?

AS: He is an interesting character to write because he cannot remember exactly who he is, instead living on his instincts. Riordan is honorable, determined, and protective. But he is also intense, strong, considerate, an alpha male who can be stubborn. He is on a journey of discovery as his memory comes back. I like exploring the aspect that even though his memory is lost his instincts are still there.

EC: How would you describe Darcy?

AS: Quirky, loyal, entertaining, sometimes inappropriate with little to no filter. She likes to jump in and help. She is also adaptable, charming, with a sense of humor. She does not care what anyone else thinks about her. Darcy goes with the flow.

EC: Did you flip it around because she seemed more overprotective of Riordan than the other way?

AS: Yes. He had to have some kind of limit. He could not be a loner since he had no way of getting around, no ID, no cell phone, and no support. He was not willing to ask for help. But Darcy does not have to be asked, she just comes in and takes over. Part of why I made her profession water rescue is that she saves people’s lives and jumps into dangerous situations.

EC: What about their relationship?

AS: Because they were in a life and death situation they bonded. It either will go flash-bang-boom-and its over or it creates feelings that are steady. The two of them found their Yin to the other’s Yang, balancing each other out. They understand and trust each other. They both are willing to step out on a ledge while holding each other’s hand.

EC: Why the nicknames?

AS: You are referring to her saying, “Lancelot Sword,” and he calls her the “Red-headed Mermaid.” I wanted to use comic book hero analogies, but I am not allowed to do it with this publisher because of intellectual property trademark issues. I must be a little creative by ‘saying it without saying it.’

EC: Was the Medallion Hotel based on any real Vegas hotel?

AS: Not really. I created the hotel that I would like to walk through. I wanted to have some rooms with carpet and some with marble including the lobby. I had the suites accented with gold, black, and red. There was a lagoon pool, a square pool, and a waterfall with a koi pond. The hotel had gateways leading to gambling, eating, and entertainment. I do not gamble and am not a big concert person but do like all the different hotel themes.

EC: Next books?

AS: A sweet romance just came out, A Sweet Surprise Island Wedding. In October there is a collection of stories from different authors about Christmas romances. In November will be book two in my “Red Lily Series,” a darker romantic suspense where the heroine is trying to get answers about what happened to her sister eight years before.

In December there will be the final book in this series, featuring Eamon Quinn who was the FBI Agent that made an appearance in this story. It is titled, A Detective’s Deadly Secrets. There is a character that comes into the final book, and he will be the spinoff character for a new series of four books.

THANK YOU!!

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wiltedsunrise · 9 months

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sobbing… this is. literally nightmare situation JGKDH the more i like. think abt it. i think i fully checked out during one last phone call hgkdh bc like yeah the resulting reactions were very ooc for me personally 💔 and like during this one call they called me griffin and that made me sooooo so uncomfortable so. knowing i was fixated on anger i could probably say that was david and it was like. before id fuuuully lost contact w the system

bc that i genuinely did!! id had no idea!!!

anyways that call was like hgkdh aaaaaaaaaa

theyd needed a sudden like st loa bc of an unnamed family emergency. right when Hell House OCD Nightmare Apartment piqued. in trauma. we hadnt met in two weeks and i know david at that point was the only one capable of like fronting and had been for weeks due to The aunt and uncle situation. and so he like weathered new job hell job and then Hell House. and gradually used emails more bc i secretly cofronted during his one (1) session w grant and he was like. entirely unhelpful hkghd gave just enough of a reply to not require additional prodding but nothing that would facilitate like actual therapeutic progress. anyways he I Guess felt at that point more comfortable emailing. bc grant and i had long since established that i could keep a therapeutic diary via email and they did not have to read it but they could not respond.

so i later looked back and reviewed my send folder and saw 💔 he. very very graphically described The Bug Trauma. and grant also has ocd so like yeah i was instantly worried id caused that family emergency. denied it real real hard!!!! eventually talked myself out of it.

then they. finally. said theyd call me on monday to schedule our appt. they called at five pm and we were so unwell that wed literally been woken by the call 💔 so we checked in and scheduled a session a week out. an hour later, called back asking to be set up with someone else.

mentioned calling hotlines daily.

and. and i heard them. i heard them. anytime im doing well for too long i suddenly remember those sounds and i. i can never. ever. forget them. i so sincerely just want to talk to them because like good lord shared trauma with your therapist is indeed a nightmare scenario and i really should not know that id triggered them. and they were really quiet so i do not think they knew i could hear but. i could. and i immediately. checked out.

looking back i can tell that finn took over bc they were prominent in chats hgkdh they frequently cofront w david so they both talked to modern path but then finn figured it out bc they saw those clues plus realized grant was real real slow in seeing our request to reschedule. bc emails were triggering. sooooo. they checked out too and then it was just david.

and. well.

more trauma yay!!!!!! good lord.

i feel sosososo bad but. yeah i. i genuinely. i dont know how to move past this without like talking to grant you know hgkhd i point blank should not know this and that call was traumatic hgldh its. man. man.

i should go eat hkghd last night i panicked bc i was fixating on that memory and nicks “ruptured beyond repair” so aaaaa

tomorrow i will.. ask… to not work the next six days with only one day off bc. good lord i genuinely cannot handle that. im hglfh well im getting better at handling this but jlghd ive worked through like. the bulk of it right. now im just left with the core of the trauma which is the hardest to address 💔 but luca the therapist grant recommended and w whom we apparently had a consult. which i do not remember bc again i checked out and was cut off from the system so i remember zero things 💔 well they keep saying i need iop without reading any of my emails which is deeply frustrating bc theyre all really positive you know jgkdh just bc i talk a lot and just bc i have bipolar — MANAGED BIPOLAR at least by me griffin — does not mean i need iop hgkdh they were also like oh i was under the impression u didnt want to work together despite my REPEATEDLY EXPLICITLY ASKING FOR THEIR HELP 💔💔💔 id said u could take ur time reading and replying and then they like

like. dude. hgkdhgldb

they havent responded so i sent a follow up just now and. hgkshlghd mentioned my hearing grant bc. yeah. Yeah. shared trauma 💔💔💔

#t #m #grant

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mieczyhale · 1 year

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hey sorry to bother, but just wondering if you could tag your antisemite cabybara post with something ("aggressive language" or "harsh language" are ones my friends use for such posts), or add an image id in the text? i understand it isn't your job to make everything on the internet safe but I know myself and quite a few others that are sensitive to posts that encourage death (due to history of suicidality) even if they are good natured/well meaning/completely justified from an emotional standpoint. would be more likely to reblog if i knew it were safe for my friends to see.

again not to say there's anything wrong with it at all! my mental illnesses are just irrational that way and seeing certain sets of words sets off episodes of stuff. not your fault or responsibility, just a courtesy question! either way i hope you have a nice day, and that your good luck cabybara works and reduces the quantity of antisemites in your area!

You're not bothering me at all! I appreciate you asking (and being so kind about it to!)

Trust me, I get it. The language of things can cause reactions that aren't always rational - It's my own post and sometimes it makes me anxious. So I would be happy to add the tags you've suggested, and a few people have added image id's in their reblogs but i'll get one on the original post as soon as I can

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PSYC1001/PSYC1002: Introduction To Psychology - Final Exam Sample Questions

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PSYC1001/PSYC1002: Introduction To Psychology - Final Exam Sample Questions

When I did PSYC1001 & PSYC1002 at The University of Sydney, the lecturers declined to provide sample final exam questions from past years. So, to help my fellow future students, I created a few of my own based on my experience of the subject:

Question 1, Developmental Psychology: Although his 2016 election was very close, when he was president Donald Trump published this tweet, commenting that “there’s a lot of red”.

Source: Twitter

According to Piaget, which stage of cognitive development had President Trump reached?

Sensorimotor

Preoperational

Concrete operational

Formal operational

Question 2, Evolutionary Psychology: A student in an online lecture makes an inappropriate, tactless anonymous comment about the female lecturer’s appearance, which leaves her feeling upset. The student is reprimanded for their inappropriate behaviour, and for their stupidity in not realising that anonymous comments in Echo360 are only anonymous to other students.

According to Darwin’s theory of evolution by natural selection, what primate species did the student most likely belong to:

Neanderthal

Homo erectus

Chimpanzee

Bonobo

Gorilla

Question 3, Learning and Motivation: Your Learning and Motivation lecturer recommends using negative punishment to manage a child having a tantrum, saying punishment will reduce the likelihood of future tantrums whereas giving in to what the child wants will only reward and reinforce undesirable behaviour.

How should you respond?

Use instrumental conditioning on him when he’s upset, and see how he likes it

Gently refer him to Jennifer Kolari’s work on Connected Parenting

Learn about empathy and emotional co-regulation elsewhere

Report him to the Department of Community Services

Question 4, Psychoanalytic Theory: Your Science and Statistics lecturer makes derisive comments about Apple, suggesting that the company and its customers are a cult. As a MacBook user, you notice that the laptop in the image for the online learning modules for the PSYC1001 Research Report major assignment is a MacBook.

Source: SmartSparrow.com

According to Freud’s psychoanalytic theory, the lecturer is probably experiencing:

Jealousy

Projection

Transference

Reaction Formation

Cognitive dissonance

Unconscious sexual desire for his mother

Inner conflict between his Id and his Ego

Question 5, Personality: Your lecturer suggests that a good way to avoid unproductive arguments with closed minded people is to ask: “What kind of evidence would get you to change your mind?” He adds that a good scientist should always be able to describe what kind of evidence would overturn their theory, whereas those who make silly claims will simply look stunned or confused.

Recalling his recent statement about Apple and its customers, you take his advice and ask him in the next PSYC1001 webinar: “What kind of evidence would get you to change your mind about Apple?”

Based on the 5-factor model of Personality, how do you predict he will react?

He’ll be angry

He won’t get the joke

He’ll look stunned and confused.

He’ll recognise your condescending smart ass in your research report and mark it harshly

You don’t need the 5-factor model to answer this question

Question 6, History of Psychology: A naïve History of Psychology student learns that: Freud believed unconscious repressed childhood emotions were the basis of adult neuroses. The radical behaviourists dismissed Freud’s ideas as unscientific and used animal experiments to conclude that all human behaviour could be studied, influenced, and predicted purely by instrumental conditioning. Recognising the limitations of this model, the cognitive behaviourists realised that thoughts also played a role in human behaviour, but neglected emotions because they were hard to measure experimentally.

While studying neuroscience, the student notices that emotions arise in a more primitive part of the brain than cognition. While reading more widely, they discover behavioural models from affective neuroscience in which emotion, not cognition, drives human behaviour. When they question their lecturers about whether cognitive behaviourism is consistent with how the human brain works, they get a mixed response and worry they will lose marks for being a troublemaker.

What processes are involved in the student learning to accept cognitive behaviourism as the dominant paradigm in modern Psychology?

Instrumental conditioning

Social learning

Social facilitation

Operant conditioning

Peer pressure

Ego integrity

Classical conditioning

Cognitive dissonance

Denial

All the above

Question 7, Science & Statistics: In a lecture critical of pseudo-science, your Science & Statistics lecturer uses a graphic titled Human Energy Systems as an example of unscientific vitalistic thinking. You notice that the author of the graphic is a female friend you met online, whose Facebook page has over 4 million followers.

Source: yang-shen.com

What should you do?

Play the angry song you wrote about how she friend-zoned you

Accept that he has a point; she’s kinda weird and her beliefs are wacky

Wistfully wonder what could have been

Pledge your allegiance to science and join his campaign to eliminate all stupidity from humanity

Assume he’s jealous because she has more followers than he does

Question 8, Abnormal Psychology: Your Abnormal Psychology lecturer recommends the 2019 BBC Documentary Nadiya: Anxiety and Me as an example of the successful treatment of panic disorder with cognitive behavioural therapy.

Source: BBC

You watch the documentary and are appalled by the cold, emotionally invalidating manner with which Nadiya is treated in therapy, and the general lack of empathy shown to another human being in the midst of mental distress. Also, you notice that by the end of the documentary her treatment using CBT is only partially successful and Nadiya concludes that she will have to learn to live with her panic attacks.

What should you do?

Spend 8 hours writing a lengthy rebuttal critiquing the therapy Nadiya was offered instead of working on your upcoming PSYC1001 research report

Make a “reaction” video where you react to Nadiya’s experience while watching the documentary, but do it after the final exam is completed

Reach out to Nadiya online offering emotional support and suggesting an emotionally focussed therapy would work better for her than CBT

Get some trauma-informed emotionally focussed therapy and keep chipping away at your own social anxiety

All of the above

Question 9, Forensic Psychology: You are disappointed with the mark you get for your PSYC1002 Research Report assignment. While you believe you have met all the requirements and engaged in the kind of inventive, critical thinking exemplifying in the graduate qualities the university seeks to develop in students, your tutor deducts marks for using a table to summarise the flaws in previous research and putting your hypothesis in italics.

When you point out to him that tables and italics are recommended by APA 7th Style as required in the assignment description, he responds that it’s the grandiose way you’ve used them that he didn’t like. You secretly suspect that pointing out that a lot of Psychology research isn’t grounded in neuroscience and fails to replicate has pissed him off, and that’s affected your mark.

What should you do?

Request a remark

Lodge an appeal to the Student Appeals Body

Stop being such a smart-arse and learn to write a proper research report

Wait until your PhD to critique Psychology research methods

Focus your argument better so it fits the word count limit next time

Investigate his traumatic family background to find out why he’s so triggered by grandiosity

Question 10, Emotional Intelligence: Your first-year Psychology lecturers all neglect to mention the universal basic human emotions underlying all human behaviour.

What are they?

Fear

Anger

Joy

Sadness

Disgust

Surprise

Contempt (maybe)

Guilt

Shame

Question 11, Cognitive Processes: Despite nailing every other section, you score poorly on the Cognitive Processes section of the PSYC1002 final exam and miss out on a High Distinction as a result. When you query the lecturer responsible on whether your mark is correct, he responds saying that marking that section was “one facepalm after another as seemingly intelligent students gave the wrong answer again and again.”

What cognitive process could account for students of his most excellent teaching consistently giving incorrect answers to his finely handcrafted questions?

Reaction Formation

A Self-defeating Schema

Boredom

Unconditional Negative Regard

Repressed Anger

Childhood Trauma

Hair Splitting

Denial

Question 12, Neuroscience: After 7 straight 12-hour days studying your Psychology notes and reviewing lecture recordings and learning outcomes, you notice a dramatic drop in your motivation 2 days prior to your PSYC1001 final exam worth 65% of your mark.

What neurotransmitter are you likely to be lacking?

Dopamine

Serotonin

Acetylcholine

Norepinephrine

GABA

Givashitanine

Sleep

All the above

Question 13, Cognitive Processes: Your Science and Statistics lecturer keeps banging on about Nobel Prize-winner Linus Pauling’s advocacy of Vitamin C being an example of the argument from authority fallacy. You do some research of your own and find a literature review suggesting that regular supplementation with Vitamin C reduces the duration of the common cold by almost a day.

When you query him about it publicly on Piazza, he stands his ground and claims that the research you cite supports his position that Vitamin C is a useless placebo. You disagree, and when you find research showing that taking placebos resulted in colds that were shorter and less severe anyway, you decide to keep taking it.

Which process or theory best explains the lecturer’s reaction to having his beliefs publicly challenged?

Cognitive Bias

Cognitive Dissonance

Reaction Formation

Piaget’s theory of developmental Accommodation vs Assimilation

Social Facilitation

The Argument from Authority fallacy

Common sense: You insulted him publicly; what the hell were you expecting?

Question 14, Emotional Intelligence: Your PSYC1001 lecturer highly recommends OLET1668: Developing Your Emotional Intelligence to his students. You take his advice and do the unit online during the August intensive. While you enjoy it, you feel disappointed with the large number of typos it contains.

According to Gross’s Process Model of Emotional Regulation, how could you best down-regulate your disappointment?

Situation Selection – Avoidance: Withdraw from the unit before census date so you don’t get charged for it

Situation Modification – Instrumental social support: Send the OLET1668 coordinator a brief, polite email pointing out the most egregious examples that bother you, and hope the Faculty of Science include basic affective neuroscience in PSYC1001 in future

Attention Deployment – Distraction: Read about the new COVID delta strain outbreak on the ABC News website, and feel anxious about that instead

Cognitive Change – Reappraisal: Remind yourself that everyone is doing their best under difficult circumstances, and this is only Psychology after all

Response Modulation – Social sharing: Share about it in your satirical mock PSYC1001 final exam questions

Question 15, Attachment Theory: Studying Psychology at Sydney Uni really makes you angry because the lecturers keep emphasising cognitive behaviourism and downplaying the vital role of emotions in all human behaviour. This unconsciously reminds you of your emotionally dismissive mother, with whom you never felt safe to be angry. When you eventually realise that your feelings about the lecturers are really just displaced infantile rage toward your mother, even reading Bowlby isn’t enough to soothe your deep-seated resentment and inner terror.

What should you do?

Confront every lecturer with questions about where emotions fit in

Send them a copy of Affective Neuroscience by Jaak Panksepp

Read The Healing Power of Emotion by Diana Fosha et al during your summer holidays

Secretly ruminate about how psychologists have disappointed you, including your ex-girlfriend

Drop your Psychological Science major and apply for a Bachelor of Music because you think it will be more fun

Accept that lecturers for subjects with over a thousand students are not in a position to offer emotional support

Contact CAPS and get some counselling, because you need help dude

Channel your anger passive-aggressively into comedy by writing a list of faux PSYC1001/PSYC1002 Final Exam sample questions.

#Affective Neuroscience #Cognitive Behaviourism #emotions #passive aggression #PSYC1001 #PSYC1002 #PSYC101 #PSYC102 #The University of Sydney #Psychology

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